From the same site….
Unbelievable pics. No, really, you will be stunned.
I’m at kopper’s place (typed kipper, ha ha) as, scurvy little emotional parasite that I am, I didn’t want to be by myself the night before nautilus3’s surgery. Also, I wanted a break from the non stop looking at responses to my Craigslist ad, which I can do now that I have located…. Dances with Sheep! Yes, I ran the nickname by him and he kind of email rolled his eyes but he’s okay with it. You can understand just how laid back he is from this exchange. He will be referred to in short form as DwS.
The weird frisson was that I nearly logged in as kopper, which would have been really bizarre.
I have now had coffee and I have an hour to get to work. Wish me luck!!!
I will be thinking about my mOm a lot today. She says she’s never been so well prepared for a major life event…. They really try to make sure you have everything you need in advance.
Kopper showed me her bow collection. You know, the kind you kill things with. As a member of the Consorority of the Brides of Lymond, having a girlfriend who can kill things with a bow and arrow is SWOONDERFUL. Then I admired her ribbons…. gal’s good.
It is with some satisfaction that I report that I have met a really cool guy from Craigslist. He meets every single one of the criteria I set myself out to find (including that he’s into being less lonely, not more married). Urbane, intelligent, musical, accomplished, well travelled and an excellent communicator. I’ve come up with a blog nickname for him, but in keeping with my “Learn to be more respectful of others, you great sow” vow, I’ll run it by him before I start using it.
And I got enough sleep, and the balance board I bought is doing great things for my back.
I’m swithering about going to Jericho. I still feel like some kind of crud is holding over from the weekend, trying to find a part of me to land on so I’m not sure about the wisdom of yet another late night during the week. In addition I have a project breathing heavily in my ear about its completion, due on Thanksgiving.
This will be the first homily I’ve written that I didn’t read aloud obsessively to Paul (or Dr. Filk) for the week prior to the service, and I find that I’m missing that. You just never know what you’re going to miss when you bail on 25 years of marriage. Many of the things I thought would hurt, haven’t, and vice versa. It floors me, and stuns my mother, that I miss cooking. mOm would probably say, And I miss Root Canal! And I miss Income Tax! And I miss Halitosis! and I miss WWII!
In Chipper’s words…. here’s a bug for me mOm. Photo credit Kaia Larsen / AP.
I saw the underside of 180 pounds today.
me happy
Let me just say that I didn’t write this song, but I’m planning on learning it.
Thanks Tammy, via Phil.
It says I need more exercise and karaoke.
Hm.
Kopper, we were just talking about this.
Hours of entertainment. The earth in various views from space – realtime.
I don’t understand it, but it seems important.
Great collection of Simpson’s quotes.
Is it real? Is it a fake? Who cares?
But it’s 3:46 in the morning!!
It’s good to know what’s important in life.
Yeah, I can’t sleep. I’m bemused.
I am typing this while simultaneously killing myself laughing and streaming tears. This comes very close to being the funniest thing I’ve ever seen on the internet. If I ever get suicidal again, play me this video.